Mark. A Heathcote

Amongst the snowdrifts,
I see you like a dandelion-seed, spendrift.
And I ask myself, do you not desire this union?
With each bonding aspect of our journey together
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We all want to control things beyond our control.
To our detriment, we push and pull in all directions.
And yet, as the fabric of our lives unfolds
It unravels with every tug, so what am I to do?
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There is a rose in every candle flame
Where the heat is at its highest point
It's here my love & I meet to reclaim
Our ceremonial oils and anoint…
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Let me touch and kiss you like an apple blossom.
Let my two lips wind like black centipedes.
Serpentine your spine; let me be Merlin.
Ah, listening, magically... the reeds.
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Let's be frank, worlds are doing cartwheels.
At the tremulous click of her heels.
Whilst doing her "peacock dance", spinning wheels
What superimposes, anneals
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Do I remember the day we met?
I forget what day it was, what time it was,
where I was, but in my heart, I became a dancer.
I became a dancing creature, amazed in the meadow watching you.
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She ran headlong far away in disgust.
From her prize dahlia, like it had black flies.
Was it withered up when about to hybridise?
Couldn't she spare some water for its dust?
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Reaching into the hourglass
Emptying the sand out
There's always a tomorrow.
With an external hand
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Oh, how I wish death weren't prolonged.
Where are you going, my heart of wonder?
Chasing gentian folk, lightning-tongued
Now that the rising pain starts to thunder
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Her moods are like ever-changing rain clouds.
Some days I want to float with her.
And whatever enshrouds, I'm happy inside.
Drifting over oceans and deserts bestir …
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It is the lore of a spider to make a trap.
Why is it that people want to control others?  
Do they also live as spiders do?  
Spinning webs to ensnare others
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Love has no boundaries.
No wall, no fences, no enemies
Love has no trenches.
No bows or arrows
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I now fear nothing can be enhanced.
Now I have a cup half-filled at last.
How can a water lily's reflection
Be more refined and crystal clear.
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Oh, I'll write a hundred gazelles?
Each flower's unopened bud
unlocks those intense passions
that desire busting, hereof.
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A caterpillar's journey
It is unlike any others.
But principally, it's
Like two birds entwined, engaged in lovemaking
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Love isn't a guise or a disguise.
My love for you isn't a prop or a backdrop.
I fan the flames that fire your heart.
Am I not that landscape, within and without?
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My love is fraying away.
Unpicked threads daily
Unravelling her endless yarns
Talking almost incessantly
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He was a creature unlike any other.
An assemblage of body parts, my brother.

And Victor Frankenstein was his evil name.
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You came to me in barefoot instalments.
Like a moth to its hidden lair.
Each time you left, a little more powder
The right amount of disrepair.
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At the stroke of midnight, under moonlight.
Calm envelops my darkest fears.
Gazing tranquilly amidst the starlight
When her opulence nears.
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